So some of ya'll been reading my other stories and stuff (SORRY IT'S TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE ONE) and I said I was gonna do some new stuff this year and it's April soooo yep. I'm starting now.

This story, well I started it like 5-4 years ago and never posted it anyway so I tweaked it and since you guys seem like like my stuff. I decided to change some of the characters around and stuff and post it here. So here. (This is Jazmine's POV)

-KrisKris

"WHAT THE HELL, JAZMINE!" Huey's drunken self yelled before throwing his bottle of Jack at the wall.

I sometimes feel like I can't take it anymore.

I really can't stand when he gets like this. "HUEY JUST CALM DOWN,PLEASE!"

"CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN! Have you not seen how this world is, right now? The white man is treating us like slaves again. He FIRED me because I knew too much and you're telling me to CALM DOWN!" Huey laughed falling over.

This is just too intense.

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO GET DRUNK EVERY DAY WHEN THE NEWS COMES ON. YOU'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR 3 MONTHS NOW. GO BOUNCE BACK LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO AND FIND A JOB!"

"You're funny, Jaz. Every job out there is for the man. They aren't gonna hire a domestic terrorist."

"You're R-E-T-I-R-E-D! Huey, retired!"

"It doesn't matter. They don't care." He scoffed

My mind is just gonna explode.

I'm pregnant I don't have the time or energy to be yelling at him like this every night.

Too much pressure, so much expression, so much work.

"Fine. Whatever. I'm leaving. I'm staying at my mom's tonight." Jazmine said headed towards their bedroom.

"NO YOU'RE NOT" Huey spat getting up following behind her.

"Watch me, Freeman. Watch me." She said throwing clothes into a duffel bag.

"I said you're NOT." He argued taking the clothes out her bag.

"STOP IT, HUEY. I'm TIRED, PREGNANT, and STRESSED and you're not making me feel any better."

And for what? Nothing.

"PLEASE Jaz, don't go. I'll calm down. Please stay….for me." Huey begging kissing her neck and hugging her from behind slowly pulling her bra strap down.

"Fine. I'll stay." She sighed.

I feel as if the only thing there is to calm me down from this is silence.

He's finally asleep. Seems like sex is the only thing that calms his ass down. He's so peaceful when he's asleep like a little angel or something. Hopefully our child doesn't end up like how he is now.

I feel like a robot in self-destruct mode.

I honestly don't know if I can do this anymore…

The emotions are tearing me apart from the core to the exterior.

I love him and he's not always like this. He's sweet and means well. It's just when he drinks, he's so..

Something that can't be expressed.

Sooo…

Something that is unknown.

So different. So abusive. So violent.

Something that causes your system to OVERLOAD.

"I think I'm done. There's only so much one can take." She cried to herself while glance over at his sleeping figure.

"I will always love you."

Welp, here it is. It sucks I know. Ehh it's whatever.